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Small Universe

Ignorance was the smile on my lips

And blue cosmos—the smile on yours

You took dead stars from my eyelids

To birth their light with a solar force

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And I was content in your constellation

Giving way to gravitating hearts that adored

The brightest nebula in the galaxy—you

As I spun wildly with electricity and fervour

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Yet the day grew dim when a black hole came

And took all your eternal radiance back to claim

I couldn’t breathe—oh how I tried rather madly

To take for myself some of your losing energy

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But ignorance were the tears on my eyes

And blue cosmos—the phantom tears on yours

Cursed with a beauty so brilliantly displayed

That this dying light couldn’t ever be your only star.

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insignificance

You’re losing your light
Everything that was yours
Just does not exist

So don’t even try to say
Sorry for the things in life that
You might have missed…

~*~

i quietly wonder

if i had done anything

wrong to reclaim

another faultful star

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as i stare outside the window

cascading past endless stretches

of worn paved-roads

and vast fertile landscapes

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and everything looks transiently gargantuan

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but i momentarily glance

at the empty bus seat next to me

and i feel rather small again

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flimsy music in my ears

speaking of infinite sentiments

and i’m disenchanted again

these mellisonant voices are enough

they have to be enough

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to keep my wandering mind

company against the ephemeral madness

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i flick my red lighter open

and hold it close—but not too close

to my dying pen; wondering, for

a moment, if the same trick could revive

my spirits like the stuttering ink,

tempted to burn my flesh back to life

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but i merely stare into the flame—

flickering unsteady still—and blow it out

so it doesn’t have to be lonely

as my heart is right now

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as i travel from small city

to smaller town, i wonder where

all my friends are right now

how they are all doing

what they are doing

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and if they’re all having fun

without me.

~*~

Sometimes they say this should
Feel something like fire
‘Til it burns you and you can’t
No, you can’t remain the same
Stay the same, although you know
They say this should feel something like fire
No, I can’t change…

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Small Talk

“If I die now, you’ll be fine, wouldn’t you?” Came the morbid question, startlingly from out of nowhere, the tone rather earnest and solemn, as the rest of her contradictory body moved to pack up her bright clothes and stunning makeup in preparation for the party she was going to attend in that very evening; a glamorous night out in the city hotel for endless hours of revelry and colourful strobe lights and dancing with her inebriated friends.

“Not if I die first.” Was the equally-morbid devil-may-care reply, swift and acerbic, passed off in a jovial manner, accompanied by an amused grin and a playful hand slap, as he continued to stare jadedly at the glaring screen of his computer, thinking about the bottles of whiskey and cola that he secretly stashed away at the very back of the fridge, to be consumed later on at midnight in his bedroom with some crisps; a little party of his own.

They both smiled at each other quietly and let the conversation slide, and they went about with their business. They knew neither one was joking. And they knew they couldn’t do anything about it. So they just pretended to laugh.

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Vingianni

She’s got a smile it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky…

~*~

Little child,

Your untainted innocence radiating is constantly so astounding

Your smoky quartz eyes staring wistfully at the painted ceiling

I often catch myself silently pondering, and breathlessly marvelling

At your blessed creation, almost surreal, such a miraculous happening

The universe itself delights gladly, pleased at your very conception

Shooting stars laugh and dance, sharing your birth to the nation

Galaxies veer wildly, clashing, dashing, lost in their excited elation

The daybreak hums, pulling a tapestry of fresh peach horizon

You lie resting peacefully, warmed in the wooden crib’s softest white

Blanket curled carefully yet intricately around your minute body

Tender skin unmarred, soft pink complexion, no scars, just light

An exquisite child made of stardust, love, and all Earth’s sheer beauty

Wispy raven hair falling to your smooth face in daintiest of curls

Tears falling like the clearest rain blown East by the loving zephyr

Toothless mouth and candy floss lips, in a slight smile unfurled

Your every breath taken in like a cherub’s whimsical faint whisper

Sleeping deep in the midnight, what fragile dreams do you bring?

Like a cotton ivory lamb frolicking joyously in the verdant valley spring

A slight twitch, a hint of movement, your mittened fingers in a hold

As you slumber on peacefully and cool oxygen embraces your soul

To the sweetest purest boy, to my sister’s bonny little child

I have been wounded, true, and the world is unruly, terrifying, and wild

This is a heartless, hateful planet, cruel, careless, to have harshly said

Scary monsters aren’t resigned to lurk in your closet and under your bed

They scream, they cry, they grab, they pull, they wail and they punch madly

Though you care not at all, you’re a mellow child, you’re cherished honey

Lovely child, you need not know more, for the darkness is not yet your enemy

But rather, it takes care of you and embraces you, a comforting entity

You’re sinless, your cotton clothes pristine, your childish innocence

Why, even Heaven sings at your sanguine, lighthearted benevolence

I wish you won’t grow up so soon, but even doves perched have to fly away

And I also await to see you age gradually and develop bit by bit, day by day

Whenever I catch a peep of your delicate form as it is, and your pensive brown eye blinked open

My hopes soar fast, the gloomy clouds drop, and I know in my heart that the world is not all tenebrous and broken.

~*~

Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I’d stare too long
I’d probably break down and cry…

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